System, Don’t Worry! The Spiritual Energy Has Really Not Recovered!

"Abe Seimei! Stop!"

A loud shout came, and then, the sky was full of wind, rolling up thousands of cherry blossoms.

"This evil spirit... Haha, you're a slippery ghost... I'm an old acquaintance. I personally expelled you from Ping An Jing back then and almost wiped out your clan. Haven't you learned enough lessons?"

Abe Seimei narrowed his eyes and looked at the silver-haired young figure walking towards him carrying an Odachi.

"What generation are you... from the Slippery family?"

"Thank you for your respect, I am the third generation of demons and demons, the sly one."

Uh-huh!

He pulled out the sword from its scabbard.

The figure immediately disappeared from the spot.

"Miyakirimaru·Kyouka Suigetsu!"

Chi!

A round of sword light emerged from behind Abe Seimei.

Snapped!

But Qingming turned around and easily grasped the sword.

"But, young lord of demons and monsters, a thousand years ago, your grandfather was almost killed by me and escaped from Ping'an Capital in embarrassment!"

Abe Seimei smiled disdainfully.

"Three generations of your slick clan combined, I don't even care about you!"

"The stench of evil spirit! Exorcise the evil spirit!"

Abe Seimei waved his sleeves and struck the sword. The Sandaime, the slippery ghost, was instantly shaken and flew backwards.

"What a powerful force! Is this the strength of Abe Seimei, the founder of Onmyoji!"

The Sandaime had a look of shock on his face.

It's too strong, it's simply not the same level of strength.

"call!"

The Sandaime took a deep breath.

"Come again!"

"Mysterious meaning, Shisui Shisui, Sakura!"

A glass of sake appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Sake poured down from the void, and ripples shook violently.

The Sandaime completely disappeared on the spot.

"Little tricks!"

"retreat!"

Qingming waved his hand, and a circle of talismans appeared around him.

Boom boom boom!

Countless talismans burned with blue flames at the same time.

"roll!"

boom!

The rippling ripples were immediately blocked, and a figure was forced to fight out.

"Dispel the demon!"

Qingming's hands formed into fingers and her figure was erratic.

Appeared in front of the Sandaime's true form.

Then he pointed at his Odachi.

"ah!"

The Sandaime felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Like a deflated rubber ball, all the demonic energy in his body was forcefully forced out.

Plop!

He was holding the knife, half-kneeling on the spot, and his whole aura became sluggish.

"Your grandpa is not even qualified to fight with me, but you are the only one? Get out!"

Wow!

He rolled up his sleeves again and swept the Sandaime's body. Suddenly, the opponent flew backwards like a cannonball.

It smashed through a large courtyard and the dust billowed.

"It's boring."

Qingming shook his head.

He drank in the blood of Kyoto.

Until the body becomes more and more solid.

Boom!

Qingming's heartbeat sounded like a muffled drum resounding between heaven and earth.

"With millions of human blood, I feel that my cultivation has reached a higher level. In the words of the Holy Land, I should be at the seventh level of the Golden Core now..."

Qingming grinned.

"Then...it's time to kill the guy who ruined the Tsuchimikado family on the spot."

Qingming counted with his fingers.

"Okinawa..."

The shikigami door behind him suddenly opened.

A giant green creature rushed out.

"hold head high!"

The cry filled the sky.

"Qinglong, let's go!"

Qingming waved his sleeves, stood on Qinglong's head, and instantly disappeared into the clouds.

"Sandaime, how are you? Can you still stand up?"

A short and old figure appeared in front of the fallen Sandaime.

"Grandpa, cough, of course, you won't die from this minor injury."

The Sandaime grinned.

"But... Qingming is really awesome. There is a big gap between him and me."

The first generation nodded.

"This is inevitable. After all, after the reincarnation of Yin and Yang, Qingming, who launched the Taishan Palace Monarch Festival, is considered a strong person even in the realm of golden elixir."

"And your strength is only the fifth level of Shenhai. It's just luck that you didn't die here."

"Old man, what are you talking about? What about Shenhai and Jindan?"

The third generation looked puzzled.

"This is an ancient method of cultivating immortality inherited from China. It is normal for you not to know the names of different realms."

"After all, even China itself has a gap in inheritance, but what cannot be ignored is that Sakura Country, whether it is the magic practiced by our monsters, or Seimei's onmyoji, Miyamoto Musashi's swordsmanship, and Koga , Iga’s ninjutsu are all derived from the inheritance of China!”

"Actually, China used to be...in our Sakura, known as the Land of All Gods!"

One generation said a shocking fact without any expression on his face.

"How is this possible...it's actually like this!"

The Sandaime's eyes widened.

If this is the case, then this China is so powerful, it is simply the ancestor of their Sakura Kingdom.

"Okay, Sandaime, let's go and have a look. Seimei couldn't have been born for no reason. The first few people heard that the Tsuchimikado family and the Kitamura Dojo in Okinawa were fighting for a inheritance. Something uncontrollable must have happened. Then It’s what led Seimei to take action.”

The generation shook his head.

"My old body hasn't moved in a long time."

"Jing Hua Shui Yue, activate."

He pulled the Sandaime, and the two figures disappeared instantly.

At this time, Okinawa.

Xiao Yao's eyes wrinkled slightly.

"There is a peak of five golden elixirs approaching from China. There is a seventh-level golden elixir in Sakura. Hey, there is also a second-level golden elixir and a fifth-level divine sea behind it? It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting."

He touched his chin.

This combat power can basically be said to be the strongest combat power in the world.

All the details of Sakura Country have been revealed.

That's right, for a small country to have a few golden elixirs is already incredible.

It's impossible to go any higher.

At this moment, Kitamura Yiyang, who was known as the Sword Master, was trembling when he looked at Xiao Yao's figure.

Damn, it's so amazing. With this strength, even his ancestor would conquer him when he came.

"Senior! I am willing to offer the demon sword Muramasa! I hope senior can spare my life!"

Beicun Yiyang said respectfully with a trembling voice.

Anyone who is not a swordsman is just a false reputation. Compared with his life, it is nothing!

"The evil sword Muramasa... This evil sword is the most precious treasure of our Sakura Kingdom. It would be a waste to give it to a Chinese. Why don't you just give it to me."

A voice sounded in the void.

The next second, the demon sword in Bei Cun Yiyang's hand trembled uncontrollably.

Then she broke free from his control, and a white hand grasped the handle of the knife.

"Oh? This actually has the aura of someone from my Tsuchimikado family?"

Abe Seimei was suspended in the void, holding a demon sword with an interested expression on his face.

"It suits me quite well."

A mid-grade magic weapon can indeed bring out Qingming's full strength.

In his time, this knife was not very famous, but in a thousand years, too many lives were buried.

Especially in the hands of Miyamoto Musashi, this sword killed all the swordsmen in Sakura Kingdom.

This created a great reputation. Unfortunately, in the end, Musashi himself was backlashed by the sword and died under it.

By this point, the knife had become a myth.

Qingming was quite satisfied with it. He had just recovered and happened to be missing a handy weapon.